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Ex-girlfriend married
Sitting on a bench in the park, I watched a novel that had been laid aside for a long time. Suddenly, I heard a pair of young men talking not far away. Their voices are very loud, and even though they are in an empty park, I can still hear their words clearly. It is more like spitting out bitterness than talking. The younger man, dyed with dark brown and green hair, dressed stylishly, and had thin and long eyes, but his eyes shone with gloom.
By Norris Gaudreau4 years ago in Filthy
Dorm Party Ends in Gloryhole Swallow
Dorm Party Nerd- Tommy Frustrated and muttering incoherently to himself, Tommy looked again at the drawing on the paper. He looked up at everything he had set up and then back down again at the paper. He was pretty sure he had built everything just the way Crystal had wanted it. With that thought, he flashed back again to two days ago when she had asked him to set up the dorm party for her. Of course, she was offering him a low paying job… he had never been “cool” to her or any of her friends; not even back in high school.
By Timothy A Rowland4 years ago in Filthy
Dorm Party Free Use Local Sex
Summer Dorm Party Time! Summer had arrived finally, and all the good girls and good boys had gone home. The annual dorm party was said to be an epic one this year too. This year, everyone had agreed that it would be a “free use” party. Yep, no need to ask permission or even discuss anything first… if you arrive… you are fair game to anyone.
By Timothy A Rowland4 years ago in Filthy
Daddy's Favorite
I'm spending the weekend with my best friend. We’re home from college but my family is out of town and I’m basically a part of her family anyways. We’ve been best friends since 8th grade, we actually took each other to junior prom and it was so much better than our senior prom when we took boy dates.
By Tuesday Daily4 years ago in Filthy
Fade to Black
The room was in a state. Curtains were hanging half off the rods that had been able to defend their mounted state, while the fallen curtain rods were strewn about like so many corpses of failed liaisons. The rising sun highlighted the dust Lynn and I had stirred up in streaming shafts of warm dawns early light. Lynn, on her knees, naked, supporting herself on arms resting upon the apartment radiator. Breathing heavily with intermittent post climax low silken murmurs.
By Pete Symes4 years ago in Filthy
The "Stranger"
Content not appropriate for anyone under 18 Warning BDSM content The “Stranger” It was dark when I first met my lover, I had gone to see a blues band play at a local bar. I did not notice him first I was too caught up in the music playing, and the feel of my body swaying to the sound. He came up behind me and started dancing with me, our body’s twisting to the sound of the guitar. His hands fell on my hips his lips on my neck as we danced all night long to the sound of the blues band playing. It was not long until the band was done playing, our ears still ringing from standing so close to the stage; that he asked me to get a drink at the bar with him. I smiled and said yes, there was something about him, a magnetism that I could not put into words but one that pulled me towards him with every fiber in my body.
By MissyMarie 4 years ago in Filthy
Nice To Meet You
Content not for anyone under age of 18 Warning BDSM Content Nice To Meet You There’s a chill in the air as I walk up the driveway. The porch light being on is the only sign of life on the street at this late hour. I shiver as I climb up the porch stairs. I reflexively tighten my coat pulling it closer to my body. I’ve put on my favorite pair of high heels, and a set of black elbow length opera gloves. My hair is held up by two bobby pins under my hat. I take a deep breath and knock on the front door. As I wait for someone to answer I try to ground my anxiety. I notice that the door is red the window trim white and the curtains on the other side of the glass is black.
By MissyMarie 4 years ago in Filthy
His Gaze
This material is not for anyone under the age of 18. Warning BDSM content His Gaze He stands above me his eyes roaming over my half naked body, I can feel his gaze trail down neck along my collarbone over my breasts. I can feel my nipples hardening under the fabric of my flimsy lingerie. I continue to stare at his feet, I had always hated direct eye contact; it was too pure, too intimate. Power rolls off Him in waves, his presence sending shivers down my spine. He steps around to my left and my heart starts to pound at the anticipation of what has yet to come. His hands slide across my shoulder blades, goosebumps spring forward where his fingers touch my skin.
By MissyMarie 4 years ago in Filthy
Mercy
She has the left side of her body draped over mine with her head resting on my chest. Her body jerks, which tends to happen when her muscles start to relax in preparation for sleep. It is startling, but terribly adorable. I hold my breath briefly to make sure I’m not the reason she might be waking up, but she returns to relative stillness and I exhale. I stretch my neck forward, like an awkward turtle, to reach the top of her head with my lips. I kiss her gently and inhale deeply.
By Kathy Williams4 years ago in Filthy
